Run Away Before It's Too Late

As soon as Cathy tells us to go to our rooms, I bolt to mine. I close the door behind me. I rush to where my razors are and grab the largest one. I roll up my sleeves. My arms are cut in a circle all the way around. I turn the razor vertical. I press down hard to ensure that it will slice through my flesh. I drag the blade and watch as it slices through my pale, bloody, cut up flesh. I drag the blade once more vertically. I continue to do this to both of my arms until I can't cut anymore. I then take my shirt off and start cutting on my breasts. I repeat this process until basically my entire body is nothing but torn flesh.
I wipe my blood off and take a shower. I'm glad I take cold baths to burn off the calories I eat. Hot water fucking sears cuts. Trust me. I get out and wrap the towel around my body. I'm glad my towels are black. I wrap my body in bandages. I reuse them since they're the cloth ones. I just make sure to wash the blood out and ensure they're clean. I get dressed in more Hot Topic apparel. Gotta love Hot Topic. Best thing ever! I walk out the bathroom and grab my Issues sweatshirt and put it on.
Next thing I know, there's a knock upon my door. I sigh and open it. It's Cathy. "What the fuck does the bitch want?" I wonder suspiciously. Cathy just looks at me in disgust and turns. Whenever any of the kids in the orphanage would bully me, Cathy would join in. She walks to the door next to me and knocks on it. The boy that was standing next to me earlier opens it. She walks downstairs and we follow her. I can feel his eyes on me. I bow my head knowing that he's looking at me in disgust. I stare at my galaxy vans.
The man, idol, stands there waiting for us. He smiles warmly when he sees both of us. I begin to feel uneasy.
"Hello Johnnie, Kathandria. Nice to meet you. You're coming home with me." He smiles as he says this. Fuck! NO! I can't! He'll be hurt! Shit.
"No. I won't." I say with my fringe covering my eyes.
"Excuse me?" He blinks owlishly.
"You heard me." I say as I turn around and begin to walk back to my room.
"Do you know who I am?" He asks, clearly confused as to why I would deny him.
"Of course I do. What girl doesn't know one of her own idols?" I ask over my shoulder as I bolt up the stairs. As soon as I'm in my room, I lock the door and begin hurriedly packing everything I own. Which isn't much. I'm packed in under three minutes and I heft the duffle bag onto my shoulder. I'm halfway out the window when the door busts open and he comes in. He looks at me sadly. I look back at him.
"I've already adopted you. There's nothing you can do to change that." He says quietly.
"Just stay away. I'm doing this to fucking protect you. Don't try to find me!" I throw over my should as I leap from the third story. I land with my knees bent so they can better absorb the shock. I learned that the hard way a long time ago. I begin to run after I manage to stand correctly. Fuck! He's already behind me. And he's fucking catching up! I put all I have currently into it. But it still isn't enough. Damn tall people. But then again, everyone is tall to me.
He tackles me to the ground and I kick and scream until there's nothing left. I begin to sob when I realize he won't let me go. I slump into his arms. My idol picks my up and wipes the tears from my eyes.
"Why did you run?"
"Because I'm trying to protect you. Just please...leave me here. You'll get hurt if you adopt me."
"Its too late. I've already signed the papers. Bedsides, I want to adopt you. Why else would I have adopted you?" I look away. He sighs.
"Where's the rest of your stuff?"
"This is everything I own." I murmur. He looks at me shocked. I look away in shame. He picks me up bridal style and carries me to his car. He puts me in the passenger's seat. I stare on numbly. I don't remember much after that. All I do know is this. Oliver Skyes adopted me. Why the fuck would he adopt me? I'm nothing. He's in so much danger. And it's all my fault. Someone, anything, keep him safe.

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